How come they call it goodbye?
how come they left?
How come the good die?
Is it your wish?
See I just get high and think of the good times
That I had with my pops, he was a good guy,
he sang love, and sang peace.
He left colourful foot prints on my heart,
How come the good die? , as i protect my mother
'Cause i'm her oldest son, and there are different worlds
And we in the coldest one, which one did granny go to?
which one did rubby go to?
And why do death come? , As my baby ask where do babies come from
I tell her where, I tell her why
And I tell her I love her until I tell her bye
And whenever I shall ever die, I hope you celebrate it
I hope you never hated, and they say heaven is the place,
But I think I know the answer, and let's get your life right
By the end of the road, that's why I drive alone down memory lane
So if I crash I hope ya'll remember me!
And sing hope to the skys,
hope we meet again..!
Paul Ekow O.Nkensen
Topic(s) of this poem: death,death of a friend,deaths